The Pot and the Kettle
"Bastard!" David exploded.
Wallis looked up. "I gather it didn't go well with your father."
"He always makes me feel like a five-year-old who's spilled jam all over the carpet."
"So what happened?"
"He lectured me on duty. As usual. Why doesn't he just say it to my face that he thinks Bertie'll make a better king?"
"Well, despite his questionable taste in women, your brother is a nice man, but he'll never be king. You might as well enjoy yourself while you can."
Wallis, David reflected, was very wise.
He would do just that.